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When I think of high school years |
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All the faces are not airbrushed |
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In fact they're probably far more grotesque than real life as it was |
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Memories, they're too surprising |
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Because memories they tend to distort and if you want a report I'll hand it in yesterday |
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Take me to a higher place |
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Fractions and feelings |
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And the cops put a stop to all of our plots |
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The way that they walked and the way that they talked |
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Grow down you grow down... |
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Memories define the mind's dj |
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So come along honey and let me say that's what I'm on about |
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Yes we all evolve in haste |
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It's a race you never finish |
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The grace does not diminish |
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The pace until the game is over |
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Of course you're deeper than a team |
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But I hear the same chatter |
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You're just the same matter |
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I've known with a few more years on your face |
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Take me to a higher place |
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With your fractions and your feelings |
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And the cops put a stop to all of our plots |
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The way that they talk and the way that they walk |
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They grow down they grow down... |
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Memories define the mind's dj |
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So come along honey and let me say that's what I'm on about |
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I hope I never see, I know I won't ever go |